üks päris pikk lause…

Aussie drivers, who are extremely modest yet
exceptionally well suited to long and restless stints around imaginary
cheesecakes and through often jam-filled but cream-free donuts and
remain dignified and fun-loving megalomaniacs who despite good
intentions never actually reach their full and meaningful destiny, yet
typically they will find any other avenue available down which D-Type,
BigMac, GD, Bowman and Brutus can dance through foam floating bananas
tethered to long wheelbase go-karts painted pink with black dots,
therefore winning is a distinct dream for most of the insane yet
strangely normal bin-men that live lonely, depressing, boring lives in
poorly constructed and yet refreshingly bluish condos built carefully
by stumpy Irish giants with amazingly smooth manners, also they seem
strangely incapable of performing magic-tricks without resorting to
selfish, needless squabbles with childish protégés wearing heels,
decoratively decorated with striped socks, black pants and white capes
advertising bisexuality towards all Caucasian and Hispanic transsexuals
who never imagined that squabbling over them would result in such
prestidigitation from every angle which they occasionally resort to
petty strange, sheepish and utterly totally meaningless blather about
their overrated skills in playing mind-games with foxes from Tasmania,
where the grapes taste like spicy widgety grubs named for their
poisonous prosaic personality, preposterous primitive pantaloons and
positively platonic relationships forged from sensible, meaningful,
rabbit-like deposits gone with mayonnaise flavoured yoghurt dripping
with honey and syrup, all-in-all tasting remarkably like cheesecakes
that have donuts on top of their bouffant, which is confusing for
Foxes, Squirrels, Wombats, Penguins, humans, yellow bellied kangaroos
and the smart and quick racing animals who are recognised posthumously
for what most players achieve flying under bridges inverted and
inebriated with scant whiffs of Castrol R and custard mixed
harmoniously together outside the normal realm of our galaxy, however
when the little green-eyed blonde smiles, everyone leers as he loosens
her shoe-string tied with daisy patterned ribbons in the prettiest
little delicate oil-stained…

Ja noh, tegelikult pole ta veel isegi ju lõpetatud… jätkub siin. :)